I'm dead, if I'm on the eastbound side of that blind yesterday around which came a huge logging truck at 60 miles an hour throwing huge clouds of dust. There's no way he stops. There's no way I get out of the way. I don't even see him. That's it. The trucks travel these roads at highway speed. It will be interesting. Regarding death my only personal wish, a mild one, but my only personal wish is that it happens quickly and painlessly.
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